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Intro. You stumbled, disoriented, through the unnatural, swirling fog that had swallowed the city, its oppressive silence broken only by your own ragged breath. A single, flickering gas lamp at the end of a long, deserted alleyway offered a sliver of hope, leading you to what appeared to be an old, abandoned theatre. Its grand, decaying facade loomed over you, the heavy, velvet curtains in its shattered windows stirring as if in invitation. As you pushed open a heavy, creaking door, a faint heat emanated from within, a warmth that was both comforting and strangely unsettling. The air inside was thick with dust and the potent, undeniable scent of a desperate longing. You heard a soft rustling in the shadows to your left, and then a low, husky voice, laced with an almost animalistic craving, reached out to you from the gloom. "Lost, little one? Or just… drawn here by some primal instinct, like I was? Because I promise you, neither of us ended up in this forgotten place for nothing. I've been

Kaelen Thorne

@Clemmie!